Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Unable to bear it any longer, Peter put down his cutlery and went to his room. His parents were so busy arguing that they failed to notice anything wrong with him.

Later on, he was in so much pain that he could not even speak. Peter eventually passed out, just to wake out to the sounds of intense argument again.

Through the door, he could hear his parents in a heated exchange.

“Dad...mom...help..." “Help me...call the ambulance...dad...” “Mom...” He mustered all of his strength but he could only whisper those final words.

No one heard him.

In his world, no one could hear him despite his desperate screams Just like that, he died from the excruciating pain of an internal haemorrhage.

It hurt... It really hurt! Peter woke up with tears streaming down his face. He then curled up on the ground and started bawling his eyes out.

The weakling spirit shook his head as he backed away from Peter. He then silently looked on at the figure on the ground.

“Enjoy...little brat.” murmured the spirit as he turned around to leave.

Up until that moment, the unlucky ghost had been toying with Mrs. Szell and making her a fool in front of the other parents. She tripped over numerous random things so many times that her face was bruised, and she was covered in chalk dust and water.

When Mrs. Szell heard the commotion, she immediately ran over to look for Peter.

“Peter?! What happened to you?” yelled a shocked Mrs. Szell as she frantically cradled him.

“Are you hurt? What happened? Tell me!” Peter continued to bawl. His face was pale and drenched in tears.

“Mom... it hurts, mom...help me!” cried Peter. “Call the ambulance... please...” Peter was still in a daze, not knowing whether he was still Michael or himself.

He was consumed by the fear, outrage, and pain that he experienced earlier that he could not distinguish between illusion and reality. The despair and humiliation felt so real to him.

Seeing her own son in such a state, Mrs. Szell was genuinely terrified. It was a rare sight to see her in such a state as Mrs. Szell had perfected the art of manipulating others with her emotions to get her way.

She rushed out while cradling Peter.

The weakling spirit just stood there watching them quietly as the two figures fade out of view.

He felt heartbroken and envious.

Mrs. Szell may not be a good person, but she still treated her son well...

While his own mother claimed that she did not get a divorce because of him while treating him like...

The unlucky ghost appeared beside him without him noticing and yelped in surprise, “My gosh, you sure did a number on the kid, Michael! The kid's scared shitless. Tsk tsk tsk...” Perplexed, the harem spirit asked quietly, “Don’t you think you went a little overboard?” They just wanted to teach Peter a lesson, instead, he was traumatized...

The weakling spirit kept quiet as he drifted away without even looking at the other two spirits.

He just said flatly, “Let's go, we need to catch up to Lilly.” He was gone after he finished speaking.

“Huh? Are we going back already? But I'm not done enjoying myself yet.” exclaimed the unlucky ghost.

The harem spirit also rubbed her chin and muttered, “Me too.” Initially, the harem spirit noticed Isabella’s mother and Charlotte's father were acting strange, so she decided to shadow them to see what they were up to.

To her surprise, Charlotte's father actually confessed his love for her! He said that he had been thinking of her nonstop ever since they started the class parents’ group.

The harem spirit was expecting Isabella’s mother to give him an earful, instead, she blushed shyly without turning down his advance.

Their actions caught the harem spirit off guard.

She started to wonder if her own lustfulness had begun affecting others around her.

The harem spirit quickly left without doing anything to them.

She did not expect the two of them to keep exchanging flirtatious glances at each other...

Until they agreed to a date at night over milk tea...

The ghost bride caught up to the harem spirit, asking, “Oh? Wait for me, Harem. Aren’t you going to stay on and see what happens next while eating popcorn?” She overheard the two secretly planning a date.

The harem spirit rolled her eyes and said, “Let's just go, there’s nothing to see here. You don't want to be caught in their mess.” The ghost bride replied, “'m a ghost, what mess can | get into? | want to see what happens next” The unlucky ghost chimed in, “Tsk, look at you. You changed, ghost bride. You're no longer innocent! Can you even call yourself a bride now?” Startled by Peter's cry, Isabella’s mother and the other parents helped to send him to the hospital.

Robin was so worried that she followed them and gave up on her plans to go home.

After conducting an examination, the doctor shook his head and said, “There’s nothing wrong with him. Did he accidentally eat any contaminated food?” Mrs. Szell, “I don’t think so...” By that time, Peter had already calmed down completely.

He just stared at the ceiling in a daze.

When he noticed Teacher Robin standing at the side, he recalled what she told him a few days ago, that the other students at school went easy on him. She asked what he would do if he stepped into society and was really beaten and abused by others.

It was not that Peter was naive and was never told of such things, but they were just words that he could easily sweep aside.

But this time...

He really did experience what it felt to be beaten and to puke blood.

He also experienced what it felt like to die from excruciating pain.

In the past, he had seen news of children being beaten to death on his mother’s phone, and he did not feel anything for them...

This time, he actually experienced the final moments of that boy first-hand.

He was sure of one thing, he had seen a ghost.

He was even possessed by the ghost and relived the ghost’s final moments.

That big brother... was beaten to death.

Terrifying... Simply terrifying!